There are 14 of us in the family, from 86 to a year old, and we've been brought up to see the world through Guardian eyes. Indeed, when I was child in the 1950s, and the paper was struggling, my parents bought two copies to help support it.

We are all big northerners, so we like anything in praise of the north. The recent issue of G2 about the north confirmed all our prejudices about David Cameron.

I'm Nancy's daughter. That's Nancy in the middle at the front; I'm standing at the back on the right. I grew up in the north-west and at the time it was the Manchester Guardian, which was important. It was there as a fact of life. I remember Mary Stott, and the women's pages. We all approve of the Berliner, the supplements and the Saturday Guardian - in fact we've cancelled our Sunday paper now.

We had our annual reunion at the weekend. The first six people that arrived had four copies of the paper. My weekend was spent reading the Guardian in between serving 64 meals to the family. The importance of the Guardian has been graphically reinforced in the past couple of months. My mum had a stroke in May. It affected the left side of her brain and her first symptom was that she couldn't do the crosswords. Previously, she had done both crosswords every day. Not being able to read or take in instructions was a big blow and we realised how serious it was when she cancelled her newspaper delivery.

Nancy deteriorated and had a month in hospital, so we were all delighted that she has made excellent progress and was discharged a few weeks ago. I took her shopping at the weekend and was pleased that the first item in the trolley was the Saturday Guardian. All is well with the world again.